Sunday, July 6, 2008

Sunday Fun—A Fawn is Rescued

Okay, I have a confession to make. I am addicted to animal rescue stories. Especially if the animals involved are babies. There’s just something all warm and fuzzy about these stories, and they make me feel all warm and fuzzy. What can I say? I’m hopelessly hooked on them!

I recently came across this story about a couple in Texas who rescued a newborn fawn. The mother had been hit by a car, but baby Jet is now eight weeks old and thriving. In addition to living with his human foster parents, Jet shares a home with several cats and a Great Dane. [Note: this web site has lots of fun photographs. It may be a bit slow to load, but it's worth the wait!]

Jet’s foster mom posts weekly updates about his development, and about what life with a baby deer is like. She’s also an artist, so be sure to check out the rest of her site. If you’re anything like me, I’m sure you’ll be going back for your weekly animal rescue fix. I hope you enjoy it!

Until next time,


Anonymous said...

What an adorable story, Lee. I confess that I'm a sucker for these kind of stories. What remarkable people who take on these orphans.

Anonymous said...

Sorry, Lee, I didn't sign my previous post.


Anonymous said...

I was cycling along a suburban road not far from my home in Victoria, BC, and someone had posted big bright homemade signs saying "Deer Crossing" – I guess it's a good year for does and fawns!

I know they've been going through my yard and nipping the blooms off any flowers that take their fancy – they especially liked fawn lilies!


Lee McKenzie said...

Sheryll, I enjoyed your anonymous comment, but knowing who left it is even better!

I love these stories, too. Knowing there are people out there who will adapt their lifestyles to accommodate an injured or orphaned animal is so reassuring on so many levels.

These are GOOD people!

Lee McKenzie said...

Rachel, I'm sure I'm in the minority, but I would LOVE to have deer visit my yard. I'm not the world's greatest gardener, though, so they wouldn't find much to eat. Maybe they'd trim the lawn? Or eat the weeds?